"Madman..."
"Pervert..."
A woman, filled with fear, was cowering in a cold corner full of mold. Her clothes were tattered and soaked in fresh blood. The heel of her stiletto was broken off.
This was the Junk Room on top of the Imperial Building.
Standing in front of the woman was a young man with a tall, slender figure.
The young man was strikingly handsome with coffee-colored hair, a prominent nose, and pale lips. A gentle smile hung on his face, but its chilling meaning made one's skin crawl.
His complexion was sickly pale and his slender fingers were prominent.
The young man wore a V-necked grey sweater and black trousers, a light-colored scarf around his neck, and his pants tightly fit over his lean legs, looking very prim and refined.
But only the woman could know just how terrifying the smiling young man standing in front of her was.
The young man wiped the knife hilt in his hands with graceful movements, a group of burly men standing behind him.
Seeing these burly men, the woman involuntarily started to tremble. The terrifying memories of nights before resurfaced in her mind!
The eyess of the young man were beautiful and brown, like a pair of finely crafted gems, emitting a faint glow. Meeting his semi-smiling eyes, the woman suddenly screamed and cried out, "Xiaoxiu! Xiaoxiu, I was wrong! I really was! Please! Please spare me! Please! Wuuwuu..."
The young man smiled and stooped forward, gently patting the woman's back, speaking softly: "Auntie, don't be afraid."
The woman, seeing him so mild, slightly relaxed, "Xiaoxiu... spare me."
The young man's voice was as warm as spring water, "Alright."
The woman was delighted and just about to get up, she saw the burly men behind the young man smirk and lift her up, dragging her outside!
"In consideration of past affections," the young man lightly laughed, "This time, I'll let you die a little more comfortably."
Struggling in the hands of the burly men, the woman's sanity had been scared to the extreme, becoming foggy. Her earlier pleas gradually turned into vicious curses: "Lu Xiu! You little bastard! You're doomed! Go straight to the eighteenth level of Hell! You deserve to be skinned and deboned! Back then, I was just too soft-hearted! I didn't kill you straight away! Go and die like your useless father!! Your mom is in hell too! Waiting for your family reunion! Each and every one of you in your family deserves to die!!"
The last voice stopped abruptly along with the falling of a heavy object.
The woman fell from the highest point of the building.
The impact was so violent that her face was unrecognizable, flesh and blood mixed.
The young man stood on the rooftop, laughing, looking at the corpse at the bottom of the building like he was appreciating a beautiful piece of art. His mood was exceptionally good.
Lu Xiu counted, this was the third time he killed his stepmother.
He looked up at the sky.
This was his fourth life.
Lu Xiu's mouth held a sickly smile.
He lived four lives.
His first life, he was killed by his stepmother's abuse.
In his second life, he escaped from his stepmother's house, was found and taken back by his maternal grandfather, and a few years later, he returned to A city and took revenge on his stepmother's family.
He thought everything was over, but he died in a car accident unexpectedly.
When he opened his eyes, he was surprisingly reborn to the day after his father's death.
That was his third life, where he found his grandfather earlier and took revenge on his stepmother earlier.
And then, he died again, killed by his second sister's gun.
This was his fourth life, and everything was moving forward.
Lu Xiu enjoyed the pleasure of revenge, and he was indulging in it.
He wondered what kind of death he should gift to his stepmother's family in his next life?
The young man gracefully spread his arms like a small bird ready to fly far away, setting foot on thin air.
Then, in front of the terrified eyes of everyone, he fell from the hundred-meter-high building.
The young man laughed exuberantly, finding life boring, as only death could bring him happiness.
Not just others'.
But also his own.
In the last second before he hit the ground, the young man whispered:
"The fifth time, stepmother, sisters, we never say goodbye."